The Emptiest Moments

Your absence manifests in different ways.

 

In D.C. it was the nights,

the table bare of games

like Skipbo and Phase 10.

 

Here, it is the mornings.

No one to greet us as we come down;

he has no coos of “little bug” to grin and kick at.

 

In those moments the loneliness

turns brightest.

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